I then thought to search for him and saw he was nowhere to be found. The California sun was up and shining brightly. I checked my arm for the time. It read seven forty-seven a.m. I jumped from the bed and found the nearest bathroom, which happened to be en suite. On the vanity of the sink, I found a towel, wash cloth, soap, toothbrush, and toothpaste. This man was so thoughtful.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth before changing and heading out to the living room. As I walked down the corridor, I noticed one of the bedroom doors shut. I’d suddenly realized none of them were shut last night when I had taken the tour. Curiosity got the best of me and I slowly pushed the door open. After looking around, I saw Azmir fast asleep on his stomach exposing his perfectly molded back. My heart went out to him. I knew he was tired after last night. I quietly closed the door and continued towards the living room. I slowly put my sandals on and grabbed my sweater.
Just when I was about to walk over to the door I heard, “You’re not forgetting your gift, are you?”
I turned around and saw Azmir standing with a pair of gray cotton knitted pajama pants that rested very low displaying his well-defined hips as he rubbed his eye. His shoulders were broad, his chest carved artfully and his waist tapered. He pointed to the small table against the wall in the foyer where the gift bag was sitting.
“I’m sorry to wake you. I was trying to be as discreet as possible,” I said apologetically.
“Oh, nah. I woke up about an hour and half ago. My body is on a timer. Made a call to postpone a few appointments. I tried not to wake you. I had a feeling you were going to try to creep up out of here. Your car is being brought around to the front now,” he spoke in a velvety masculine sleep tone that awakened my libido. My inner freak would have dropped everything, charged at him, and devoured every morsel of him. But the respectable, dignified lady in me was stapled in place ogling his Adonis.
Libido aside I felt the warmth of his care. “Azmir…thanks for everything. I know you didn’t think our night would’ve ended up like it did but I appreciate everything,” I said feeling defeated.
He walked over to me and kissed my forehead. My heartbeat accelerated as my face met his iron clad bare chest. Aching throbs blossomed between my legs. Damn! I want this man so badly I can lick him!
“Don’t trip. It’s all good.” He smelled so good. And his skin was so smooth over his brawny structure. I was mesmerized for a moment. Dazed. I had to remind myself that I had to leave. He walked me to the door and I was off, regrettably.
On my ride home, I thought to myself he’s so sweet! He carried me to his bed and tucked me in. He even slept in a guest room! As much as the gestures were charming, I was still confused as to his motives. There had to be something more to his attraction. All men had hidden agendas, it was just how the game was played. I only needed to know if I could play by his rules.
My day started a little late but I got through it. I had an intern deliver a bottle of aged Armand de Brignac to Azmir’s office next door at the rec the following day as a gesture of thanks for that night, to which he replied via handwritten note given to the intern, You’ll make good on that night.
I promise.
A.D. Jacobs